Swift Scribbles: Truth 3
She shakes her head, soft smile caressing her lips. “You men. Babies..indeed. What would you have me do now – hold your hand, kiss away your fears and promise you forever?”
She undulates from the hip; a sight that never fails to get my pulse palpitating. All too soon I’m wrapped in her scent – something that smells seriously like pink.
I know that’s a color, I know colors don’t smell – but that’s the ONLY way I can describe it.
It smells like pink.
There’s a sharper tang; something that comes through the cloud of pink. Something…more like woman.
She looks me in the eyes and continues. “I appreciate that you’re vulnerable – you’re open to me. I like that.”
Placing a hand on my chest, she stands on tiptoes. “I can be strong for you, honey. I can be that support – that excuse or whatever you wanna call it. Be that person you want to call at after two in the am just to talk. I’ll listen. I can be that – that whatever you need. You just got to want me too.”
I close my eyes – close them firmly, because for a second, I swear I felt my knees buckle…